[caption id="attachment_2348" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Wanna play, Mr. K?[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_2349" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Who and what the heck are you?[/caption]
Heather and Mr. K's Scottie Grandpadre has always loved basset hounds from afar. You see, nearly 14 years ago, evil C-A-T-S took over his house and he has never gotten to own one. Until Mr. Spock came along. Mr. Spock - as you can tell - is a fluffy, stuffed animal version of a basset who lives in the room my own fur kids claim as their own when they visit their Scottie Grandparents.
Last weekend, Heather and Mr. K were happily hanging around their domain when Mr. Spock decided to make his presence known for the first time. Knowing how territorial some Scottie boys can be, you can imagine Mr. K's reaction at the startling sighting of this strange dog in his room. First, there was a low growl as Mr. Spock poked his head around the corner. Then, there was a bark. Next, he charged toward the intruder who had this amazing ability to jump really high in the sky and land in Scottie Dad's hands above his head for protection.
Mr. K took this as a sign that his foe had surrendered and turned away to find his favorite green toy. Slowly, Mr. Spock snuck up on him and attempted to play. At first, this was not okay with Mr. K, who responded by charging at Mr. Spock. This time, Mr. Spock charged back. Mr. K hadn't expected this and took off looking for safety. Then, he changed his mind and turned back around mid-sprint, spotted Mr. Spock and came after him again. Again, Mr. Spock charged back. The two went on and on chasing each other in circles around the living room until finally, Mr. K stopped. He sat smiling with a dangling pink tongue that showed he approved of his new friend's ability to keep up. Thus, Mr. K allowed for the coveted nose-to-nose sniff and a new friendship was born.